Can’t say I wasn’t expecting it, but I also knew it was coming. I was with her Sunday, she slept most of the day but I just assumed it was because of the medication. We talked to a nurse who was saying that she was to go to the rehab facility to build up strength, then try the treatment once a week. She was in a lot of pain, from bed sores and broken bones, but she was still, well, spirited.
“I’m not ready to die, I can’t give up yet.You don’t know what I’ve been through, I’ve always been fighting and I'm not done yet.”
She fell asleep after that, woke up after a doctor she didn't like came in and woke her up for no reason. Some more visitors came, I kissed her goodbye and said I loved her. The last thing I heard her say to me was, “I love you too.”
Monday, I got a call from the middle sister, “they say there is nothing else to be done. She has hours, maybe days.”
From then on, she was in and out of it, wanting to get up and take off her oxygen. By Tuesday, she wasn’t waking up. That was when I made my first post to let you know her status. Wednesday, my stepdad, her husband, called and said it wouldn’t be long now. I sat by her bed, hoping she’d open her eyes; that she’d pull through and something else could be done. I held her hand for the first time since I was probably a child. Regret that I didn’t do it more, but we’re unfortunately not a very affectionate family. I just wanted her to squeeze it back.
My brother, her oldest daughter, her husband, and I, the youngest, were there most of the day. Her middle daughter was driving as fast and she could, but it was over a 6 hour drive. M, her middle daughter, stepped in at 4:06 and held her hand, kissed her head, and whispered to her. She was declared dead at 4:12.
I know that she loved so many of you. She’d talk about you guys and the forum with such happiness, I know she considered many of you as very close friends. I don’t think she would have made it as long as she did without you all.